The twins’ heads explode when they find out that Scabbers isn’t really Scabbers.
Daddy succumbed to their pleas weeks ago and continued with the Prisoner of Azkaban, usually before bedtime in the “big bed.” So, it is a clear exaggeration to say that their heads explode, figuratively explode, at the end of that chapter: “What the what!?” “That rat is a boy!?” “Peter who??” They beg Daddy to read more: “Please, Daddy! Just one more page! That rat is a Peter who? Please! Can we just…” Daddy smiles through a few no’s and shoos them off to bed.
D (waking up): Fisher, what are you doing?
F (sitting next to Daddy): Nothing, Daddy.
D (tired and hoping it’s true): It’s the middle of the night.
Daddy rolls around to get a better look. It is the middle of the night. Fisher is sitting on the bed with something in his hands.
F (smiling): Hi, Daddy.
D: Fisher, it’s still sleeping time, so…
F (holding up the book): Daddy, can we please read some more Harry Potter?
D: No, Fisher, it’s the middle of the night. You need to go back to bed.
F (setting the book back down): Aaaaaaw! But, Daddy…
D: Fisher, it’s sleeping time. Put the book down and go back to bed.
Daddy drifts back off. When Cory comes in later, Daddy gets up with her. Fisher never went back to his bed. He is snoring in a pile of blankets and pillows, his arm wrapped around the book. Daddy and Cory commence morning snuggle in the other room.
D: Morning, Cory Bee. Did you have nice…
C (interrupting): Daddy, can we please read more Harry Potter today?
Well, good morning to you, too.